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Lots of things and persons being transported from here to there lately.
Who decides which ones should be the recipient of the “Handle with Care” label. Scary times call for scary measures of poundage and time.
Or. So I thought.
But. Then again.
Trust is something that can be chewed up and spit out.
It was all so surreal.
So.
Violating.
Did you know?
It is illegal.
Illegal to tamper with another person’s package.☺️
When the rules and regulations are ignored willy nilly, not enforced, the gaping hole for diabolical nosey, handsy persons just continues on and on and on and on.
Some folks just can’t keep their hands off.
Of another’s person’s stuff.
Define stuff: Is that good or bad?
Great question.
Better answer:
In the hands of a regular and honest follower.
You will be as good as gold.
The rest of the story is yet to be told. By the other baggage handlers.
One package in particular, brings to mind the memory of the never ending gaping hole. The bugs that incessantly attempt at the dive bomb. Uninvited. Into a place they do not/ did not belong. Were not asked to join. But did so anyway.
Up to a point in time, there had already been broken laws, broken promises, broken connections. A total and complete re-boot and re-set of a life as once was known.
And it was a good existence.
A happy existence.
An existence with trials, tests, challenges of character.
But sometimes, even in a life well lived, starting over is a starting line that must be drawn to precision.
Starting from scratch.
Of and from the catty-est of kinds.
Rebuilding takes time.
Rebuilding requires set backs.
The re-build is only possible with steadfast character and commitment.
Huh?
Where do I start.
The self.
The discipline.
The discipline of the self.
Self-discipline.(wjb)
How else are we able to share disciple-ship on the rocky waters of life? With anyone else?
One is one’s own teacher.
One is one’s own trainer.
One is one’s own coach.
One is one’s own disciplinarian.
It is an odd relationship for sure.
The relationship with the self.🤨😃🫨🫤
Paradoxical in its own way.
Many of us don’t handle it very well.😌😚😫😭
What’s the problem?
There is much unhappiness and personal distress in the world.
Why?
Failure.
We all engage in this kind of work, this kind of behavior, from time to time.
Failure to control. Tempers. Appetites. Passions. Impulses.
When we fail, we fail to take charge. Of the self. The discipled self.
Take charge.
Of ourselves.
Right behavior.
So we can share appropriately and in abundance.😃
The question of the best way and how is a question for the ages. All ages. Any ages. Youngsters. Oldsters. Middlesters.
For example. Plato divided us, our souls, our selves, into three parts or operations: reason, passion appetite.(wjb)
Ok. That is one way to attack it. The self. Their self. Them self, etcetera.
Saint Augustine (disclaimer- a fav of mine). Sought to understand the soul by ranking its various forms of love.
To me. Saint Augustine makes perfect sense. Perhaps not common sense, to you. Perfect sense: love of God, neighbor, self and material goods. Mind you, St.Augustine did not relegate the duties of all the love for us to handle it all. For all, all the time.
Freud. Sigmund Freud. Divided the psyche into the id, ego, and superego. Sounds too much too handle…….A package like that. Conflicted to say the least, or most.
Strengths and Weaknesses. We all got ‘em. We all mis-use them from time to time. Miss-apply them from time to time. Admit it. You do too.
William Shakespeare examined the conflicts of the soul. The struggle between good and evil
(Hence the handle with care for thee but not for thou……?) Or all, or the “better” people.🤨🫤
The correct order of the soul is not simple. It lies at the heart of the task of successful living, successful everyday behavior. Whether it is controlling our tempers, our appetites, whether to binge watch our favorite show.
Add to the ordering our natural limitations and it can make getting through a day quite a challenge.
At the end of the day, the only correct equation may be:
”Two wrongs don’t make a right”.
Whatever the cake, cookie, ice cream, vape flavor, tv show, or want or need.
Sometimes letting go is a never ending chapter in the story…..
When it left my hands, there was excitement.
Joy.
The errands.
The particularly chosen items
The items chosen and handled with delicate care.
The wrapping.
The tape.☺️
The intention of joy upon the recipient receiving a small token that someone was thinking about them, their life, their well-being.
Their happiness.
Upon receipt.
The lesson learned? When it leaves the premises, it does not always arrive in the same condition. With the same loving care, intention, happiness.
Sometimes. It is dropped on the doors step and blamed on so much else, anything else, anyone else………..
Pay very and close attention to how it is packaged.
Very.Close. Attention.
Contents may have settled.
Upon transport.
To you.
Diabolically mishandled. Along the way.
Trying everything under the sun(ct) and then more to “dump and go”.
Yes. There are people like this in the world.
Lesson learned.
Perhaps they lacked self discipline.
Perhaps they were sad you were leaving.
Either way.
The choice to share the good was cut out from under.
Them.
Manners are a sensitive awareness of the feelings of others.
Whether you like them or do not like them. The others, not the manners.
Our manners are our morals shown in conduct. Self-discipled conduct.
“John was a bad boy, and beat a poor cat;
Tom put a stone in a blind man’s hat;
James was the boy who neglected his prayers;
They’ve all grown up ugly, and nobody cares.” (wjb)
What to do.
To figure it out?
As always: Seek the help of man’s best friend.
”Let dogs delight to bark and bite,
For God hath made them so;
Let bears and lions growl and fight,
For this their nature too.
But, children, you should never let
Such angry passions rise;
Your little hands were never made
To tear each other’s eyes.
Handle with care.
Handle one another with care🙂
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